45: Chapter 45 The Perfect Maid Who Does Everything Right

The Maybach's taillights completely vanished into the night, leaving only a few massive silver suitcases at the villa entrance.

Su Muxue stood in the middle of the suitcases, looking so fragile that she resembled a poor little thing kicked out of a wealthy family.

But Huang Mao knew clearly in his heart that this was no "poor little thing"; she was clearly a special forces operative who had just entered the village carrying "nuclear-level" lethality.

"Alright, stop striking poses there and hurry up and bring the stuff inside."

Huang Mao sighed, resigned himself to his fate, bent down, and picked up the heavy suitcases, one in each hand.

Su Muxue quickly grabbed the other, lighter suitcase and followed.

The two went up to the second floor one after the other, the sound of wheels rolling echoing through the corridor.

Huang Mao led her to the room at the very end of the corridor; there was still a bit of dust on the doorknob.

"Here, this is the one."

This room was furthest from the master bedroom, and An Ran had even turned her nose up at it when she was choosing her room.

Unexpectedly, after all that, it had become the sleeping quarters for this Eldest Miss of the Su Family.

Su Muxue pushed open the door; the furnishings in the room were so simple they were almost shabby, containing only basic bed, cabinets, table, and chairs.

Yet, she looked as if she had seen a five-star presidential suite, her eyes sparkling with novelty.

"Thank you, Master."

Su Muxue habitually uttered that title again, which made Huang Mao's scalp tingle.

Huang Mao set the suitcases down, brushed the dust off his hands, and looked helpless.

"Say it again, there are no outsiders here, don't use that title. I haven't reached the age to retire and be a master."

Su Muxue merely lowered her head meekly, her lips moving, clearly intending to "humbly accept, but never change."

She began to unpack her luggage, her movements so deft that even Huang Mao, a master of housework, was stunned.

She wasn't the type of young lady who had never lifted a finger; instead, it was as if she had a precise algorithm installed in her brain.

Clothes, skincare products, books—every single item was precisely placed where it belonged.

The room soon became organized, even exuding a faint, delicate fragrance belonging to a girl.

Su Muxue stopped and looked at Huang Mao somewhat awkwardly, a subtle anxiety in her eyes.

She looked like a kitten that had just entered a new home, cautiously observing its owner's expression.

Seeing her like this, Huang Mao sighed helplessly.

"Since you've moved in, just treat this place like your own home; there's no need to be so reserved."

He pointed downstairs, "Those two usually act more like the owners here than I, the landlord, do."

Hearing this, Su Muxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and a meaningful curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"That's because your approachability is too high, making everyone subconsciously want to rely on you."

She said softly, a flash of inexplicable fanaticism crossing her eyes.

Huang Mao didn't pick up on that; he always felt that this girl's thought process wasn't on the same channel as his.

"Alright, you go ahead and get busy. I'm going downstairs to see if those two ancestors have demolished the sofa."

He turned and went downstairs, his back exuding a sense of vicissitude that screamed, "Life isn't easy, the male lead sighs."

Su Muxue stood at the doorway, watching Huang Mao disappear around the corner of the stairs, the smile on her lips deepening.

This feeling of being "disciplined" yet "cared for" made her so intoxicated she couldn't extricate herself.

Meanwhile, in the living room downstairs, the atmosphere was even colder than the sub-zero temperature outside.

An Ran and Leng Qingxuan sat side by side on the sofa, both clutching remote controls, yet neither changed the channel.

A health lecture was playing on the TV, yet the two were listening more intently than they would for a final exam.

In reality, their ears were almost pricked up to the ceiling, focusing entirely on catching any movement from the second floor.

"Tsk, how long have they been up there? Does moving a suitcase take that long?"

An Ran finally couldn't hold it in; she twisted the throw pillow in her hands into a knot, her tone sour.

She turned to look at Leng Qingxuan, her eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

"Hey, School Beauty Leng, give me an honest confession."

An Ran lowered her voice, assuming the stance of interrogating a prisoner.

"That Su Muxue, did she see you call Huang Mao 'Master' to his face and deliberately copy you?"

Leng Qingxuan was drinking water and nearly spat it all over An Ran's face upon hearing this.

Her perpetually icy face instantly flushed red, even the tips of her ears turning crimson.

"No, absolutely not! It has nothing to do with me! And how could I possibly call him that in front of an outsider!"

Leng Qingxuan was so flustered she became incoherent, "Besides, hers was in Chinese, mine was... that was..."

Leng Qingxuan stammered "that was" for a long while without finding a reasonable explanation, so she could only turn her head away in frustration.

An Ran gave a light snort, clearly not intending to let this topic go so easily.

"Regardless, this Su Muxue is definitely a formidable rival; her level is much higher than ours."

An Ran started counting on her fingers, "Not to mention that she's pretty, her family background is so prominent."

"Most importantly, did you see just now? Her figure..."

Speaking of this, An Ran subconsciously looked down at her own chest.

Leng Qingxuan also fell silent; she was usually quite satisfied with her own figure, but compared to Su Muxue...

It was simply a "small hill" meeting "Mount Everest"—a dimensionality reduction strike.

The air was filled with a strange silence known as "inferiority," and both girls fell into deep thought simultaneously.

Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Huang Mao walked down leisurely.

Seeing the two of them in this state, he raised an eyebrow with amusement.

"What are you doing? Is the TV good? Do you want me to order two pounds of melon seeds for you?"

The two girls shook their heads in perfect synchronization, the movement so uniform it was as if they had rehearsed it.

"Nothing, we were discussing... discussing how this health lecture makes a lot of sense."

An Ran casually fabricated a terrible excuse, and Huang Mao couldn't be bothered to expose her.

Not long after, Su Muxue also came downstairs, having changed into a pair of white house slippers.

She didn't sit down to rest, but walked straight to Huang Mao's side and bowed slightly.

"Master, the room has been cleaned up. May I ask if there is anything else you need me to do?"

Her eyes were full of longing; the message of urgently wanting to be "needed" was almost overflowing.

Huang Mao instinctively wanted to refuse; after all, he was used to doing things himself and being self-sufficient.

"No need, you just moved in, take a rest first."

That's what he wanted to say, but before the words left his mouth, he saw Su Muxue's eyes dim slightly as she sensed something.

The disappointment in her eyes was like that of a puppy abandoned by its owner, enough to break one's heart.

Huang Mao suddenly recalled what Leng Qingxuan had said in the afternoon about Su Muxue's psychological trauma.

This girl wasn't being polite; she truly needed to confirm her sense of existence through "service."

If he rejected her, she would probably be unable to sleep tonight and would spend the night in her room doubting herself until dawn.

After a moment of thought, Huang Mao forcibly turned the "no need" that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Since you want to help so much, how about... making some after-dinner dessert?"

He asked tentatively, "I remember you saying you have a senior pastry chef certificate, right?"

As soon as these words were out, Su Muxue lit up like a lightbulb, instantly beaming with radiance.

"No problem, Master! Please wait a moment, I will go prepare it right away!"

A smile of heartfelt satisfaction appeared on her face, and even her steps became much lighter.

Leng Qingxuan and An Ran exchanged glances, both of their expressions becoming exceptionally complex.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone become this happy because they were assigned chores.

"Is this girl... has her brain fried?" An Ran muttered quietly.

"No comment." Leng Qingxuan shook her head.

Just then, Huang Mao, who was about to do some stretching exercises to relax his body, suddenly thought of something.

"Um, Su Muxue, it seems there are no ingredients for making desserts at home."

Besides some flour and eggs, there were basically no decent pastry ingredients in the kitchen.

Just as he was about to say "maybe another day," Su Muxue had already taken out her phone.

"It's alright, Master, I had already anticipated this on the way here."

She shook her phone, the screen displaying the delivery interface for some high-end fresh food service.

"I considered that you might not make desserts often here, so I already ordered the ingredients."

"Calculating the time, the delivery person should be here just about now."

No sooner had Su Muxue finished speaking than the doorbell rang in perfect coordination.

Huang Mao stood frozen in place, and An Ran and Leng Qingxuan were also shocked with their mouths wide open.

To even consider something like this... Is this person really human?

Huang Mao walked over to open the door; the delivery person was carrying several huge insulated bags, panting from exhaustion.

Inside were filled with various top-tier butter, heavy cream, imported chocolate, and even fresh fruit.

"This preparation... isn't it a bit too exaggerated?" An Ran couldn't help but remark.

Su Muxue took the ingredients and dove straight into the kitchen, her back exuding the confidence of a professional.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of whisking eggs and the beep of the oven preheating came from the kitchen.

A rich, milky aroma gradually permeated the villa, sneaking into everyone's nostrils.

An Ran and Leng Qingxuan had originally wanted to remain vigilant, but this aroma was simply too aggressive.

They subconsciously put down their remote controls, their gazes drifting frequently toward the kitchen.

"It smells so good... This aroma is much better than that internet-famous dessert shop at the school gate."

An Ran sniffed, her stomach, despite having eaten dinner not long ago, let out a pathetic growl.

About half an hour later, Su Muxue walked out carrying an exquisite tray.

On the tray were several beautifully shaped soufflés and a plate of alluringly colored macarons.

The soufflés wobbled tremulously, a thin layer of powdered sugar sprinkled on the surface, looking like works of art.

"Please enjoy, Master, and the two roommates."

Su Muxue elegantly placed the desserts on the coffee table, a gentle and humble smile on her face.

Huang Mao was the first to pick up a spoon and take a bite; that melt-in-the-mouth texture instantly conquered his taste buds.

"Damn, this is amazing! This taste is more than enough to open a shop directly, right?"

An Ran and Leng Qingxuan couldn't resist either, each picking up a portion to taste.

Their originally slightly tense facial muscles instantly collapsed under the impact of the deliciousness, revealing expressions of happiness.

"Mmm... this is too delicious!" An Ran shouted incoherently, her hands moving rapidly.

Although Leng Qingxuan ate elegantly, the undisguisable surprise in her eyes already said it all.